Ellen coldly snorted.
Keep the house?
That's shameless enough to say.
Aldana nodded, not forcing him: "We're leaving in a few days, you should pack your luggage."
Philip obediently nodded: "Alright."
Aldana leaned on her cane and followed Ellen away.
The three gradually boarded the ship.
The night fell, lights on the ship lit up, astonishing the island's residents into a flurry of exclamations.
This may be the first time in generations they have seen the power of technology, for these islanders it's nothing short of a miracle.
Philip sat on the rooftop, dangling his legs, gazing at the brightly-lit ship opposite.
He imagined what Aldana might be doing now, perhaps chatting with the woman who looks exactly like her, or maybe she's already asleep, but no matter what, she couldn't possibly share his mood.
He knew very well, he was about to lose her.
This was an irretrievable matter.
